"It doesn't have to be your parents! It can be anybody who is at least eighteen, or a precocious sixteen year old or something. I'd suggest it be a cat except I don't think a cat would know how to take care of a human and they are mostly younger than you."

Sniffle.  "A cat?"

"Some cats are people, I forgot to mention - hm, what if one of me lived next door to you until you find someone you like enough to have as a roommate?"

". . . . I guess."

"That'll work, at least as long as there aren't too many kids in this situation at once." Wingshrug. "Where to, kiddo?"

"I don't really care, I guess."

"Have a place in mind, Felicity?"

"Yes.  Let's go test out the trolley, shall we?  May I push your chair for you?"

The kid nods and Felicity sets off at a sedate pace.

Cam will follow after to fill the apartment with food.

The building Felicity has her eye on is a few stops down and right next to one of the playgrounds.  The kid's quiet on the way but points at the elevator once they're inside and presses the button for the third story and touches his hand to a particular doorknob.

"What do you eat?" Cam asks.

He doesn't answer right away, looking for a way to communicate an answer with simple gestures and coming up short.  "Mac'n'cheese."

Cam puts some in the fridge. "What else?"

The kid blinks at the conjuration and smiles for just a moment before putting his serious look back on again.  "Chicken.  Rotisserie.  And lime gelatin desserts."

Chicken appears. Lime Jello appears. "I'm going to keep asking till you name something containing a vegetable."

"Popcorn?"

Microwave popcorn in its bags. (There is a microwave installed already.) "Corn is not for these purposes a vegetable. Neither are potatoes."

"Not even regular corn?  I guess celery, with peanut butter and raisins and apples."

Celery, peanut butter, raisins, apples in a fruit bowl on the counter. "Spiffy. Think that'll hold you for a while?"

". . . I want - I would like a stuffed horse, please.  Dapple gray."

Horse! It is small enough for a kid this size to haul around but big for satisfying hugging.

It is hugged!!  "Thank you," the kid dutifully says from where his face is buried in its mane.

"How about clothing," wonders Felicity.

"Oh, yeah, good thought - I have never attempted to parent a kid at even arm's length, they're a rarity in Hell, should try summoning more people and see if we can solve one problem with another - what do you like to wear, kiddo. Do you have a name."

"Ethan.  Green."

"Have you heard back yet from that Wistful Parent you wrote?"